You know when you have a moment that you think a miracle has occurred? No I don’t have many, but there was one today. A moment when you know there are some lovely people in the world, and you give the manager of the co-op a hug and she looks at you as if you’ve gone bonkers.
The story in a nutshell, as I’m going to write it up for People’s Friend is that we had a stroll around town on Sunday afternoon. We don’t make a habit of that, but we did for some reason. Now Alan had a tiny hole in his coat pocket that I’d been promising to stitch up; such a small hole that you almost could forget it was there. We planned to pop into the co-op for some sausages, we go in there a lot. Then realized it would be closed and just browsed around for an hour. When we got home, the wallet had gone. He retraced our steps, then a part fell off the car… Then I retraced our steps.. asking in the take-aways that were beginning to open by then. No luck.
Next day, he went into the police station, or the place where you report anything as the police station has moved a couple of towns away. So we lost all hope of finding the wallet which was the one we call our food wallet.
Then today, I went to ask the manager how I could go about getting another dividend card and explained in great length how we’d lost a wallet with it in. She said. “What colour?” I told her, she said. “Hang on a minute.” I thought that sounds promising. Would you believe it, she came back with the wallet. We paid a visit to the lovely lady who’d handed it in; she didn’t even want anything for her trouble. It was only when Alan insisted that she should treat the family if she didn’t want anything herself that she took something. Aren’t people nice?
Funny, as at the same time there was a grumpy old woman, by grumpy I mean sprouting tears like something out of a tin tin comic and all because she’d had her groceries scanned, then went off to talk to a friend, and she didn’t like it because we were waiting… She was stamping her foot saying .”I will not be rushed…” I thought blimey you need to go over to Aldi and see how they rush you in there ducky. Funny how old ladies either go jolly and happy or miserable and grumpy. I’m going to be the happy and jolly variety.